Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Wearing nothing but my least-damp chemise, I curl up in the blankets by the fire and watch Nemeth as he picks up book after book. I can tell he’s fascinated with them, turning the pages with near-reverence and a hand so delicate that you’d think he’s touching my cunt instead of one of the many dusty books here. “There’s so much knowledge here.”
Normally I’d roll my eyes at someone fawning over books, but this is my Nemeth. I know how much he loves reading. For some reason, seeing him caress the pages of the book makes me happy. It makes me feel like things are a little more normal. That my world isn’t ending. “Well, since I’m officially the last one in the palace, I declare this entire library to be yours.”
He glances up at me and grins broadly. “I’m not sure you can do that.”
“I can.” I wave a hand at him. “Take as many as you like.”
He sighs and replaces the book on the shelf he took it from. Then, he hesitates and pulls down another. “I wish we could, actually.”
“Why can’t we?” I roll onto my stomach on the bedding and prop my chin up on my hands, watching him.
“Because we can’t waste the time.” Reluctantly, Nemeth abandons his newest book and gives me a sober look. “There’s not enough food or medicine—”
“Don’t give me that line again,” I warn him. “We both know that. But if these books are important to you, they’re important to me, too. Why not take them with us?”
“Candra, are you listening? There’s no medicine and no time to waste—”
“And there still won’t be if we leave the books behind. It’s not going to magically appear.” I shake my head. “Let’s face it, love. We’re doomed with the books or without them. Take the damned books. Maybe something of Lios will remain after all of us are gone.” After all we’ve been through, the grief is hitting me. With it comes acceptance.
I’m not getting out of this alive. We chose poorly, and now we’re being punished by an endless amount of rain from the goddess and the destruction of my people. Really, it’s only right that I die for my selfishness, but I would prefer not to. I would also prefer that Nemeth return to his people, safe. He’s spent his entire life preparing for the tower—he deserves to have something of his own now that his service is done.
As far as I’m concerned, we can take all the damned books.
Nemeth shakes his head. He moves to my side, angry and determined. “You are worth a thousand books.”
I chuckle, because of course I am. I’m amazing. “I know that. You know that. But the books do not expire if they do not get their potion on time. I will.” My hands slide to my stomach, and I sigh wistfully. “I just hate that…”
I can’t say the words aloud. That with my death, I’m taking our child with me. Strangely enough, I hate that thought more than I hate that of my own death. To think that a child is something I never even anticipated, that I never even cared to have. And now that I find myself pregnant, I’m furious that I won’t get to see it born.
Truly, the gods are cruel.
“Do not say it,” Nemeth warns. He moves to my side and thumps down beside me. “We’ll get through this. We’ll go to the Alabaster Citadel. Perhaps the clergy there will have extra supplies. Then we’ll head on to Darkfell.”
I turn on my side, regarding him. He lies next to me on the blankets, but his body is a mass of tension. There’s no fatigue in him like there is in me. Instead, he seems to be brimming with determination, the green set of his eyes hard. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d be climbing all over him in this moment, because there’s nothing sexier than my Fellian when he’s on a mission to protect me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve gone to the Alabaster Citadel,” I confess. “Is it still many days by ship?”
Nemeth nods, his eyes burning bright in his hard face. “We’ll find a craft. I can enchant it with a spell that will pull us toward our destination. We can fish along the way. No matter how much it rains, there will be fish in the sea.”
He’s got a point. “So we’ve got transportation and food. You should be fine.” I give him a little smile. “You can even load the ship full of books.”
“We’ll kill the horse we rode here. He’s not looking well anyhow, and there’s nothing left for him to eat. It’ll be a mercy for him, and a blessing for us. We’ll find some herbs, and we can use his organs as part of your potion—”